Grace

Grace

I know grace, but I don’t understand it.
Grace eludes me and embraces me, all at the same time.
When I try to justify my sins of arrogance, fear, disobedience, sinfulness, pride and idolatry, grace eludes me...
And when I admit my arrogance, fear, disobedience, sinfulness, pride and idolatry, grace embraces me.

I have received grace, but I don’t understand it.
It ignores me and acknowledges me, all at the same time
The more good that I try to do, grace seems to cover her yawning mouth in a not-so-impressed manner.
However, the more I fall, the more grace seems to run to my aid, lifting me out of my own mire, asking if I am alright

I experience grace, but I don’t understand it.
It defeats me and sustains me, all at the same time.
When I try to convince God that He should go easy on me, Graces reminds me that He already has—at Calvary.
But when I try to beat myself up and prove to God my guilt and unworthiness and that I should be punished, Grace reminds me that I was gruesomely and vicariously punished at Calvary…via Jesus’ substitutionary death.

I feel grace, but I don’t understand it.
It disqualifies me and qualifies me, all at the same time.
When I feel that I should be recognized for a great sermon, idea or prayer, I am reminded that God is my source
And when I am accused of my countless failures, I am reminded that God alone is my judge—not me, not Satan, not anyone else.

I receive grace, but I don’t get it.
I experience grace, but I can’t fathom it.
I feel grace, but I don’t comprehend it.
I know grace, but I still don’t understand it.

Lord,

Though I don’t get it
Though I can’t fathom it
Though I don’t comprehend it.
And though I don’t understand it....
Thank you, Lord for your amazing grace that allows you to fully love and forgive your children even when we can’t fully love or forgive ourselves.

Amen.